Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his white hair up. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 7000 sp. Alexandrite (700 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. After a long history of fighting, Eiravel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 600 pp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is short and golden. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is obsessed with his god.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Jet (50 gp). Iolite (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Dayereth was born the youngest of three triplets. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears just a black suit. His hair is auburn and curly. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Thervan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.